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第 182 頁 - Calm in the hour of buoyant health, Calm in my hour of pain, Calm in my poverty or wealth, Calm in my loss or gain ; Calm in the sufferance of wrong, Like Him who bore my shame, Calm mid the threatening, taunting throng.
第 250 頁 - I dare not choose my lot : I would not, if I might ; Choose thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright.
第 155 頁 - The Shepherd sought His sheep; The Father sought His child ; They followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild. They found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone ; They bound me with the bands of love ; They saved the wandering one.
第 249 頁 - THY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best ; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest.
第 73 頁 - Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken, Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown, Shall pass on to ages, — all about me forgotten, Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done.
第 112 頁 - A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore ; And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more.
第 39 頁 - THE Church has waited long Her absent Lord to see ; And still in loneliness she waits, A friendless stranger she. Age after age has gone, Sun after sun has set, And still, in weeds of widowhood, She weeps a mourner yet.
第 163 頁 - Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness ; Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood ; Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace ; Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God.